Hungry like The Wolfe
Relationship: Max Wolfe x black!reader
Warnings: graphic language, smut, unprotected sex, mentions of drugs and alcohol, cross faded sex, 18+
A/N: you know…I always wanted to write a Max fic because man…I really loved him on GG. I really fucks with Thomas Doherty in general but anyway…this totally came to me at random, like driving in the car and the song came on and bam. And I was way too into the idea not to work on it.
You should call it. This party has unexpectedly reached Skins UK levels and you don’t know how the hell that happened. Sweaty drunk bodies filled the house, drugs and booze in every room, and you only came because you didn’t want to stay in tonight. Your friends probably couldn’t have picked a wilder party to go to. And you should’ve have known what was to come with the hosts of this debacle of a soiree. Their parties always get a little out of hand. So sticky hot, you pull your braids up off your clammy neck and keep your drink as cold as possible, slipping and snaking around grinding bodies until you find a slightly emptier room to hide out in for a bit.
A few people hide away in the dark corners, huddled up and talking or making out and nearing third base as you take a seat at the fancy bar area, pulling out your phone to text your friends to see where they are in the fancy brownstone but just your luck, your phone died sometime in the night. Cursing to yourself, you chunk it down onto the shiny wood and stretch over to find a bottle of anything to put in your cup. They’re probably gone for good now, lost in the abyss of this insane party, so might as well get drunk for your sake.
Max loves the foolishness, the madness of being young and rich. That’s why he loves to throw parties like these. Get lost, get fucked, get happy—whatever—just have a good time and don’t be a bitch. His head swims as he pushes himself through the sea of people, smiling and laughing like a fool at the chaos around him. Night’s like this should never end. Everyone’s getting absolutely tossed, shoving their tongues and hands down strangers’ throats and pants. His own Mecca of debauchery, where he’s treated like the king he is. And whatever he wants, Max gets with zero hesitation.
Tonight, he’s on the prowl for something new, different than what he’s been with. All his latest conquests have grown old and tiresome, clingy and annoying. Don’t get him wrong, he loved them all to death and if he was desperate, they’d be at his beck and call. But this night calls for someone fresh, someone he’d been eyeing from afar for quite some time.
As Max approaches his dad’s lounge, he takes a look inside and stops dead in his tracks. Is he so fucked up he’s seeing things? Or is that really you sitting there reaching over the bar, digging around for something. He thought he caught a glimpse you earlier in the living room on the makeshift dance floor, but he lost you after being momentarily distracted by one of his old flings. Max takes a second to admire you before he slips into the room, grinning at you dismiss a bottle of whiskey and going for the next as he comes around to help. You gasp when he intercepts the bottle you’re reaching for, sitting back when you realize who is standing before you.
“Think you’ll love this one…” He winks, pouring a serving into your cup. “Nice oaky taste, aged for ten years so no bite.”
You suppress your flattered grin as your weary eyes meet. “You sure know your bourbon…”
“It’s my dad’s favorite.”
Impressed you nod, taking a peek at the label, another peek up into his majestic eyes. His pour’s a little heavy because he can’t take his eyes off you. You sniff a small laugh and softly clear your throat, and Max comes to, pulling the neck of the bottle upright with a cute chuckle of his own. You slide the cup back towards you to get a look at the golden caramel hue, get a hit of that oakiness he mentioned. And damn was he right…you do love this.
Smacking your lips, you nod some more, highly impressed how good the bourbon actually is. “Your dad’s got great taste…”
“Wouldn’t steer you wrong…” Max saunters from behind the bar, vastly approaching you sip and sit with his dad’s favorite bourbon. Already enticed to touch your warm skin, he stands at your side and drools. Gobbles you up with his happy eyes. He’s been waiting for this moment. “Do you know who I am?”
His voice is so dark and smooth you huff a breath into your cup, almost choke. Sitting it back down, you glance up at him back over your shoulder and shyly smile. “Why do you ask?”
“Curious is all,” Max coyly shrugs, “My reputation precedes me…” playfully rolling his eyes, swirling the ice around in his glass.
You smack your lips and laugh, intrigued by the fact that he’s even talking to you. You never thought you’d see the day… “Max Wolfe…I’m aware of who you are…”
Sitting as closely as he can, he drops an elbow down the edge of the bar and rests his sharp jaw in the palm of his boney hand, sighing to himself as he scans your bare brown skin. “And?”
“And?” You chuckle as you lean away from his curly lips that reach further up his cheeks.
“Am I everything you hoped I would be?” His eyebrows dance.
You pinch a slight frown, look as if he’s trippin. Was he serious? Snorting a chuckle you turn away, take a drink from your cup. You never imagined that Max Wolfe would ever have his sights on you, and you aren’t too sure how to handle it. His charm’s potent, and that sick little smirk of his is to die for. But everyone knows Max is out here in the streets, throwing his dick at anyone bold enough to catch it. Sometimes, you felt like you could be bold enough after hearing some stories about how wild it gets with Wolfe. You just never thought you’d be on the receiving end, hands nervously cupped and waiting, blinded by his wicked beauty. This night is about to turn.
“Where are your friends?” He shouts over a song that’s suddenly blasting over the party. Instead of giving him your attention, you just shrug your shoulders, take another drink, and Max coughs a laugh at you. “Well…if you’re all alone, you should come with me.”
That’s a call for your attention, slowly turning your chin back towards his scandalous lips. You have every inclination what he means by that. And you know you really shouldn’t, tarnished reputation and all…but you didn’t come out for any ordinary night either. Max Wolfe was salacious at best, so you know nothing about him was boring in the slightest. And he was so smoking hot saying no seemed like the biggest mistake you could make. Huge.
“Are you gonna show me a good time?” You bite down on your growing smile, scaling your gaze over his chiseled face. Max tenderly chuckles, brushing a faint touch down your arm.
“If you know who I am, you know I’m nothing but…” Taking your cup off the bar, he reaches out for your hand, motioning for the hazy hallway. “Come on…I’ll take care of you…”
Hand in hand, Max guides you up a crowded flight of stairs, checking back over his shoulder as he pushes folks out his way. Wherever he was taking you seemed urgent. No one could stand in his way. You feel like you’re being lured to your demise, unaware of where he’s taking you, and there’s no way to alert your friends you’re now in the hands of the Wolfe. A part of you was so excited though, honored to be selected by one of the most wanted guys around. It was no secret. Being a notch in his legendary bedpost was damn near a badge of honor. Nothing deemed you cooler than being one of his.
The two of you turn down a dark hallway where only a few people intimately loiter, and walk until you stop at a wooden panel door. There, Max randomly pulls out a key out his front pocket to unlock the door, which opens to a pretty massive, very still and cold library. You marvel at the floor to ceiling shelves filled with texts that seem way older than you as Max drags you to the other side of the room.
“Where are we going?” You ask up at the spines, tempted to run your fingers down the weathered leather. But it’s his fingertips brushing down your back that draws your attention back to him.
Finger up to his lips, he whispers, “It’s a secret…” You don’t know if that scares or thrills you. Either way, your stomach flips as Max’s wicked smile fills your vision. Motivates you to return one of your own. Oh man he’s got a tight hold on you already. “Through here...”
Max presses his creamy flat hand on a panel of wooden shelves and firmly shoves, revealing a hidden door to a dimly lit lounge room. Your jaw drops as you charge into the room, amazed by the eclectic decor, the floor pillows that covered the ornate carpet.
“What the fuck is this…”
“My humble abode. My personal hideaway.” He pulls the door shut behind him, watching you take in his little mancave situation. “Do you like it?”
You can’t deny. “It’s sick…” and a little unsurprising he has his own exclusive bachelor pad. But you can’t help but wonder as you look at his posters on the walls, the jars of weed lining his desk, “How many people do you bring up here?”
Max abandons your side and goes to pluck up one of the many jars off his desk, sniffing at the lid as he plops down on his sofa, grabbing his tray to roll up one. “Not many…only the special ones…”
“The special ones…” you mumble under your breath with a shake of your head, sure he’s said that a hundred times before, “and what makes me so special?”
He’s too focused on grinding up weed and sprinkling it into the paper to answer right away, his thoughts of you racing a mile a minute with that question. Where should he even begin? “Plenty…” Max winks, licking the paper at his perfect lips, batting his long lashes up at you. Rolling it smoothly between his fingertips, he expands, “The way you glow in the sunlight when you’re hanging in the courtyard, how your nails faintly fan the pages of your book while you read, the way you bite on the end of your pen when you’re lost in thought…”
You’re smiling in awe and don’t even realize, blown away by his soft words. Wolfe’s been checkin for you like that?! All this time, you’ve been cluelessly doin you within his haughty sights, and he was into it? Into you? Well…you reset your face with a drink, confidently step across the room to sit beside him on his sofa.
“Huh…what else?”
Max hums a sinful chuckle behind the tip of the joint. “Oh you liked that?” He lights and inhales deeply, getting one good hit before he exhales a large cloud of smoke into the air.
You snicker into your cup, “Yeah a lil bit…” just as you finish the last of your drink.
He takes a beat, dancing his gaze up and down your front just as he holds the joint out for you to take a hit from. You go for his bony fingers but hesitate, realize what you’re doing as you glance up at his cocky smirk and roll your eyes. What is your life right now…you can’t help but laugh a little then continue to place your rounded lips where Max’s once were. You wonder if they taste good as they look as you take the toxins into your lungs. He can’t help but wonder the same about yours, tempted to kiss them as you blow a stream of smoke through them all full and burgundy. They’re probably Max’s favorite.
“The sinful shape of your lips, your cute ass infectious laugh, your pretty brown eyes…”
Mmm…you get it now. Get the whole appeal of Wolfe. It’s exhilarating, satisfying, addictive…just as intoxicating as this weed. You didn’t think he’d be so intimate and yet so provocative. Can’t help but be drawn to his seductive nature. Falling deep into his sexy gaze you take another good hit from his dainty hand, barely grazing your cheek against his warm skin as you pull away. You cut your eyes and gently exhale.
“You always know the right things to say huh…”
“Sometimes…but it’s the truth. All those things make you insanely beautiful to me.” Max licks his sharp smirk and smokes, slowly scanning down your front again from the corner of his eye.
God you can’t take it, trying not to choke on your shocked whimpers. Your body igniting and simmering the more he devours you with his needy gaze. You’re already feeling funny with the bourbon and THC flowing through your bloodstream, but he’s making you feel lightheaded, silly…a little reckless…
“Mmmm you are laying it on thick Wolfe.”
“Just trying to impress you. Want you to like me just as much as I like you.”
Giggling, you take the joint from Max. “You like me…” you repeat loudly to the room, waving smoke around, “Max Wolfe likes me he says…”
His laugh is adorable, breaks the tension a little bit. “Do you find that hard to believe?”
“No…just find it fascinating…”
Max can’t stop staring as you take a couple more hits, taste the weed then happily breathe out into his musky air. You can feel him on your neck, your chest, and it’s nice. You feel nice. No longer caring about your friends curious of your whereabouts, you sit back and relax, passing the joint back to Max standing off the sofa.
“Would you like another drink?” He asks tucking the joint away for the time being.
You don’t need another but… “As long as it’s your dad’s favorite bourbon.”
Off in the corner, of course, is a tiny bar he scurries over to with your cup. You chuckle at his playful scoff, admiring his back in this rather fitted vintage tee he’s rockin. After searching around for a second, Max softly grins back over his shoulder and presents the exact same bottle by its neck. Shaking your head you stifle a small laugh, can’t help but be a little dazzled. This guy…
Licking his lips he whispers, “It’s my favorite too,” shruggin his slender shoulders.
You hide your slithered smirk behind your fingertips. “Like I said, he’s got good taste.”
“I learn from the best.” Max refills your cup as he returns, handing it to you before he refills his own. He pulls the joint from behind his ear then takes a sip, back to eating you up with his vivid eyes. His lighter flicks, flicks, reignites the paper and smoke barrels from his nostrils. “I’m surprised to see you here. Never seen you at any of my parties before.”
“Bored…in dire need of something different.”
Max agrees as he takes another hit, then passes it over to you, confessing as he exhales,
“Funny…I was thinking the same thing earlier. And then you appeared…”
Your eyebrow twitches, you smirk behind the tip. “Oh I’m the chosen one? Your something different?” You chuckle as a huge cloud of smoke bursts from your lips.
Max hums a lighthearted laugh behind you, dropping his hand down on your knee. “I’ve always known you were different sweetness…always known you’re what I needed…” He soothes his curious fingertips a little high up your thigh and rests it there, challenging you to say somethin with a playful tap.
“Then what took you so long?” You ask just as you take another hit, allowing him to keep his warm hand near your tingling folds.
“I let the universe bring you to me.”
Ridiculous…extending your hand back out to Max you smile, chuckle a little. Let that idea sit a little. The universe…
“So, me coming to your party for the first time tonight?”
“Destiny.” The faint word floats into the air with the cloud of smoke that streams from his pouty lips. But you don’t buy it, dismissively shaking your head. Drink to swallow down your laughter.
“You really believe that?”
As Max’s finger’s transfer the joint back to yours, he says, “I do. You don’t?”
“Mmmmm…” Inhaling a long drag, you mull it over for a few seconds, and sigh, “I don’t know…”
“Think I can prove it to you.” Max suddenly cups your cheek and draws you in closer. “Think I can show you how perfect we’d fit.”
You’re caught completely off guard by his soft touch, his intense eyes, you pant out, “And if you’re wrong?”
“I’m never wrong about these things. Trust me…”
He was asking for a lot, but in a way, you do, or you wouldn’t be here right now on the verge of falling into his lap. You don’t know how you do, but you do. Must be apart of his black magic. Max perches your bottom lip along the edge of his thumb, memorizing your face exactly in this moment. How wide and anticipative your eyes are, how your feeble breaths that brush his chin shake. God, you’re burning up, which only sets his skin aflame. Your trembling plump lip makes his mouth salivate. The things he’s imagined doing to you…your big brown eyes gaping up at him brimming with tears as he ruts into you. He could look into them all night…be inside you all night. The words fall right off your lips.
“I trust you Wolfe…”
His thumbprint guides over fragile words. “Good, I’m glad…because I really need to taste you…”
Max rolls his fat tongue into your mouth and takes a deep breath, inhaling you into his swelling lungs now that you’re attached to his puckered lips. A longing whimper breaks in your tight throat, you fist the sleeve of his shirt. It’s a little…unexpected…how insanely good your first kiss with Wolfe is. So good, you find it hard to breathe in his hold, trying not to become a mewling mess. But you can’t help yourself…can’t stop sucking and biting, squirming around as tongues intertwine. He squeezes at your side, tips your chin higher so he can kiss you deeper, humming a happy moan when you return the same power, pushing his head back a little. Max wasn’t expecting you to match his energy, gasping and giggling in shock when you sit up and plant a knee into the sofa. You’re changing…fueled by the toxins pumping through your accelerating heart. If he thinks you’re destiny or whatever now…well…just wait…
“Mmm perfect…” Max mumbles sliding his hand down your curves to firmly grab your ass. “You’re so perfect sweetness…”
“Mmmyeah? You like that?” You slap your hand down on his, force another strong handful of your ass.
Max groans and sighs into your raw lips, nodding, “So fuckin much…”
Back to kissing, much harder and noisier than before as you quickly straddle Max’s lap, carding your free hand through his hair. Holding the other that cradles the joint out to keep from burning anything or anyone, but then he blindly goes for it, smashing it out in a nearby ashtray. You guys are going to need both hands. His fanned fingers glide up the back of your thighs, up between them to graze the damp crotch of your panties. Nails carefully plucking them to the side so he can tease you a bit. Fisting the back of his head you catch your breath, flinch from his dancing fingertips but doesn’t stop him from going for more. Slowly tracing up and down your dripping wet slit, warming you up, nibbling on your bottom lip. His flirty touch along your slit lights you on fire, makes your legs tingle. Max grins into your prickled skin as he kisses his way down your neck, so happy to feel your wetness collect on his prints. Can’t wait to smell you still lingering there later. He loves the way you pull his hair, sweetly whisper his name.
“Dear god Wolfe, don’t stop…”
Max chuckles, sloppily swirling his tongue around under your jaw, “I’m not…I won’t…not when you’re this wet for me…” Just then, he plunges his way inside your tight pussy, gradually twirling his partnered fingers round your textured walls.
You sputter, “Oh fuck…oh my god…” winding your hips into his curled fingers. Watching you get off, eyes closed and mewling, Max kisses at your chin, along your jawline, musing,
“What’s wrong hmm? Feel too good? Can’t take it?” Stifling back another broken whine you weakly shake your head, tremble a little in his hold. “Oh yes you can sweetness…you can handle me…I know you can…”
You’ve lost all control, amazed he’s got you this aroused with just his nimble fingers and inquisitive mouth. “Oh-oh mm-mmy god Max…”
He’s in awe of you, can’t wipe the sinful grin off his face. Your pussy sounds so right squelching around his skinny fingers he’s mesmerized by the sound. Max didn’t want it to stop. “Shh, shh relax…you got this. Gonna make you feel so fuckin good baby. Just relax, I got you…”
Out of nowhere, Max flips you back down onto the sofa, falling to his knees as he tosses your legs apart, keeping his fingers knuckle deep inside your throbbing walls. You shout and giggle, moan and sigh, writhe in the cushions. His hand on your wiggly waist he sweetly strokes your pussy, giggles at the way your body responds.
“Mmm you’re so fuckin sexy sweetness…” Max smirks, rolling his thumb around your sensitive clit and your spine curls as you howl. “Look at you…” His hand massages up your trembling ribs. His fingers pump your fluttering pussy. “Under my control…ready to cum…” Max affectionately squeezes your right breast, pinches your nipple.
“I don’t wanna cum yet…” you gasp, buck your hips, desperately shake your head. It’s too soon. And besides, you’d rather cum all over his big ass dick.
“No?”
You sit up, bracing the back of his neck as you jerk him close. “Mmmnah…” you breathlessly whisper into his open mouth, the tip of his tongue traces along your bottom lip. You smile, “want you inside me Wolfe…”
Max softly growls as he takes your lips again, slamming his paired fingers in and out of your wet pussy as you two drool, suck each other’s faces. You lock your arm around his neck and take it as you cry into him huffing and groaning. He heard you right? But he was finger fucking you like he’s trying to make you cum right then. Your legs shake. You scratch his scalp, hold your breath...so close. But then he takes his tired hand away to unbutton his pants. You fall away with a sad whine, left aching.
“Gonna be a good girl and take all of me…” Max whispers barely pecking you on the lips as he pulls himself out to stroke his hard dick with his sticky hand.
Gulping and gasping for air, you hum, “Mmmhmmm…gonna be so good for you Wolfe,” impatiently waiting for him to ease his way inside you. Your gaze falls down to his open mouth, how it moans as Max fucks his fist, then back to his bold eyes, how they smolder for you.
“Gonna fuck you so hard sweetness,” He grumbles under his shaky breath, rubbing the wet head of his dick into your folds. You longingly purr. “Open for me…spread your legs…”
You do as you’re told, and Max sinks inside you with a weightless ‘fuck’, pushing himself deeper you sound so good taking his dick. Pussy looks so good taking his dick. Jaw dropped he glances down at your pink folds spread apart and glistening. A vision.
“Oh shit.”
“Fuck.”
Max latches his long arms on your back to hold you up, rests his clammy forehead against yours, and grinds the rest of his dick inside you. Keening, you call out for him, call out for God because you damn near want to thank him for putting you here tonight. You’d heard he had a nice dick but not this nice, not this…perfect. You didn’t want to admit it to yourself because there’s no such thing right? Right? Or was it the drugs that’s got you trippin? You grip onto him even tighter, dig your nails into his rosy flesh.
“Oh that’s it…that’s a good girl…” Max commends you being such a champ as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. “Fuckin take it sweetness…”
He’s so deep you drop your head back, drop your squirming hips into his. You just had to have more even though there was nothing left for Max to give. Your folds ring the base of his dick already, eyes roll into their sockets. Just to torture you he contracts against you, and your walls flood. The sensation makes his skin crawl in pleasure.
“So full of my cock. You like it? Like my big ass dick?”
Max traces his long viscous smile with his fat tongue as he gradually pulls out some, then pops his dick deep inside you again. And when your whole body jolts with a loud gasp, you only motivate him to hit you that hard a second time, then grinds his weight into your vibrating lips.
“Fuck. So much Wolfe,” you can’t stop rocking back and forth on him, “feel so fuckin good. Oh my god.”
“Ugh god you too…better than I ever imagined.” He whispers as he sucks and bites up on your earlobe, rolling his chiseled hips back. Listening your pussy grow wetter and wetter the more he takes his time stroking you, popping into your hot pussy when he wanted to hear you sigh his name.
“Ugh fuck. Give it to me Wolfe,” you sheepishly implore, scratching his shoulders. “Gimme that dick baby.”
Slightly releasing you with a devilish smirk, he sits you back some, stretches up off his tired knees, then grips the back of the sofa. Using it as an anchor to dig into you even deeper, pump you even harder. His long lashes flutter close, his smile grows. This angle is driving him insane. Along with your hushed curse words. You’re whining out of control, tugging on a tuft of his hair, being thrusted up with each powerful stroke.
“How’s this hmm?” Max huffs and puffs, laughs as he picks up the pace, grips the hard edge of the sofa. You lock a leg around his rotating hips.
“Oh my god—yeah—fuck yeah!”
You look so good fucked out of your mind Max hits you with a hard kiss, groaning and growling into your whimpering mouth as his hips stutter. Falling away out of breath, he mutters, “didn’t expect you to be such a good girl. You like to be fucked don’t you.”
Nuzzling your nose along his with a small smirk, you rebut, “Only by those who know what they’re doing. Fuck.”
Lightly chuckling to himself Max nuzzles you back, playfully licks at your upper lip, kisses at it a little bit. “So…you have heard of me.”
“Yeah…plenty.”
Together you guys snicker as you lick and kiss back at his curvy lips. Max hooks an arm around your lower back, doesn’t stop giving it to you rough as you both pant and moan in each other’s faces. He was ready to bust, but didn’t want to stop fuckin you. You’re like heaven. And he’s trying to make himself at home. Leave a lasting impression so you can come crawling back for more. It’s working…
“My god Wolfe!” You shrill as an orgasmic tremor erupts all over. “Gonna make me cum so fuckin hard!”
“You’re gonna make me cum just as hard sweetness.” Watching and waiting for you to fall apart, trying to hold back himself, he breathlessly asks, “You ready? Gonna cum with me? Hmm?”
“Oh god yeah,” you shout, already on the verge of combustion, “oh my god yes Wolfe—fuck! Make me cum. C’mon…make me…”
The back of the sofa bangs into the wall. You reach higher, losing your breath, ready to break. Eyes winced shut, you tense up, focusing on your budding orgasm, but Max snatches you by the face and forces you to connect. Gaze intently into your stunned weeping eyes for a long minute, which pushes you two over the edge. Curling your back, you nearly scream as you cum with your whole body, damn near blacking out as you try to catch your breath. Max shoots his load not even ten seconds after you lose it, pussy squeezing him so fast as you convulse and squeal. Feeling your warm cum slip down his veiny skin didn’t help either. He pants and moans your name over and over as he watches his cum drip out and onto the floor, blinking in shock he came so much. Holding your woozy head, you huff a tired laugh, stunned by what just happened. No one’s made you cum like that…ever. Max’s so mesmerized by your messy pussy he genuinely smiles at her, gently pets at her. You’re so broken all you can do is watch, take a good mental picture of him all blissfully disheveled, apples of his cheeks flushed. Goddammit he’s hot…fuckin cute as hell lookin all infatuated with your sensitive folds. That’s a look you’ll cherish forever, no matter how temporary this all is.
“Would it be too forward if I asked you to stay?” He sighs happily, licking his soiled fingertips with that sexy cocky ass smirk you can’t help but love.
You snort up at him as you relax your wobbly legs. “Yes, but that’s your ammo.”
Max goes for some tissues to clean you up and you appreciate that. Think that makes him even hotter. He hums a curt chuckle, playfully glaring at you.
“So you’re staying then so I can use you all night.” Taking you by the hand, he helps you up and pulls you into his sweaty chest, trying to convince you to stay with sloppy kisses under your jaw, begging, “Please sweetness. Please stay with me…you taste so good, feel so fuckin good…”
Why not? Now that you’re trapped under his spell, might as well. Hell, you’re pretty much convinced by his mouth, his fat dick. His tongue’s behind his ear, pleading his case as he toys with your tired pussy. Unfair.
“What about your party?” You resist inching your hips towards his dancing fingers, snuggling into his dirty mouth. No telling what time it is by now but you’re sure it’s getting late. Honestly, he’s been so caught up in you, he forgot people were still around. Max pulls away with a sigh, realizing he should probably head back out there. But then it really dawns on him: it’s his party, his house. Picking his pants off the floor, he demands,
“I’ll kick everyone the fuck out right now if you say yes.”
He wouldn’t…you smile wickedly at him as you bite your nail. End all the fun for you? He will, his smolder screams. Max puts on and straightens out his shirt, fixes his hair awaiting your answer. He knows you want him to, knows you want to stay. After what just happened? You’re taking this long to answer just to fuck with him. Hesitantly, you allow it, and Max goes flying out into the cold library, leaving you sitting there still putting yourself together. Busting out laughing you chase after him, knowing he’s not about to do what he said he would. But as soon as he steps out into the hall, he’s yelling at the top of his lungs,
“Alright! Everyone get the fuck out! Now!”
Just as you pounce onto his back, trying to shut him up but it’s useless. People are looking back at him like what the fuck as they actually head for the door. No matter how hard you try to stop him, he continues to bellow,
“Get the fuck out! You heard me! Go!”
And they do, bitching and complaining, but they’re actually leaving! You can’t believe it, pulling at his shirt, his arms, anything to make him stop.
“Oh my God Wolfe! Chill!”
Too late. The music’s stopped; the monotone droning of everyone griping that the party’s over fills the house. Max takes your swatting hands and pulls you into his embrace.
“I will once everyone’s gone and I can have you all to myself.” He pecks the tip of your nose, your flabbergasted lips, then shouts over your head, “So get out! Party’s over!”
Party way over, many minutes after every single last person has filed out into the streets, deciding if they’re going to call it or find another party to go to. Max closes the front door behind him, resting his back as he stares at you in the midst of the wreckage. Now it’s just you two all alone in his big ass house, hearts wildly beating in anticipation. Only one thing on your minds. Max licks his lips, pulls himself off the door as he takes a dominant step towards you.
“Ready?”
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